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Uol. XTU. October, 1902. no. 2.
OCTOBER.
*T_s *a*e *n autumn, faded leaves are falling;
The Held and wood are bare, tho sky is gray ;
The branch is silent where the robin calling
So blithe, sang care away.
The sun seems scarce to set, ere shadows »teal-
ing
Like phantoms, tell the fleeting day has fled;
The crow and blue jay hoarse m*d cries are
pealing
From tree tops sere and dead.
The forest on the hill its sighing boughs up
lifting
To heaven, is wrapt in one dark low'ring
cloud;
Soon snows of winter over hill and valley drifting
Will form a shining shroud.
Farewell, fond friends, so sadly falling, falling,
In golden garments down to dust and mold;
To fun and frolic winter loud is calling,
And hearth and harvest joys unfold.
-J. T. W.
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Uol. XTU. October, 1902. no. 2.
OCTOBER.
*T_s *a*e *n autumn, faded leaves are falling;
The Held and wood are bare, tho sky is gray ;
The branch is silent where the robin calling
So blithe, sang care away.
The sun seems scarce to set, ere shadows »teal-
ing
Like phantoms, tell the fleeting day has fled;
The crow and blue jay hoarse m*d cries are
pealing
From tree tops sere and dead.
The forest on the hill its sighing boughs up
lifting
To heaven, is wrapt in one dark low'ring
cloud;
Soon snows of winter over hill and valley drifting
Will form a shining shroud.
Farewell, fond friends, so sadly falling, falling,
In golden garments down to dust and mold;
To fun and frolic winter loud is calling,
And hearth and harvest joys unfold.
-J. T. W.
w 4* w
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4?
3j*
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